Small Talk

I worry I’ll never 

Know anyone long enough 

To get past 

The coffee shop small talk.

I worry no one 

Will ever see past

Smiles full of teeth 

And eyes that don’t reach. 

Become

I wish I was the person 

You thought me to be.

I wish I could change 

For you, 

But mostly for me.

Ghosts in the Hallways

It unsettles me how 

Once my bathroom belonged 

to someone else

Their feet probably rested 

Where mine do now

And as they looked into the mirror 

Their eyes might have been 

perfectly aligned 

With mine 

As I look into the mirror 

I wonder what they saw 

Staring back at them

And I begin to wonder 

What exactly I see 

Looking back at me. 

Picture Perfect

People aren’t art,

To be hung on walls.

They are flesh and bone,

And they are almost never 

The way you picture them 

In your head.